“No loose ends?” I moan. “Fuck,” I bite out, gripping his shoulders as my legs begin to shake. Sean holds me steady with his free arm around my waist as he pumps in and out of me roughly.
“It will be clean. It will be decisive, and it will be swift.”
“That’s … fucking savage,” I mutter.
“That’s the man I am,” he whispers.
“But the cross … on your finger.” I can barely speak.I’m so fucking close.“You must believe in something … a higher power, a judgment of some kind?”
“This cross is simply a reminder that all the sins of the men I kill are absorbed by me when they die. I bear this cross like my father before me. It’s part of my truth.” He kisses my lips as I rock my hips into him. “A man who injures his countryman—as he has done, so it shall be done to him.”
Listening to Sean talk about the shameless violence he’s capable of while quoting the Old Testament as he fucks me with his bloody fingers is a contrast I would never have expected to drive me over the edge, but it does—almost instantly.
“An eye for an eye, little dove,” he adds. “Watching them die, knowing they won’t hurt me or anyone I care about ever again, brings me satisfaction.”
I moan loudly as his lips come down on mine, kissing me deeply. My pussy clenches around his fingers as my orgasm begins to crest. Iwantthe madness, the beast in him. I want all of him and I’m helpless to stop it.
“I’ll take care of you, Layla, above anyone else, because the only place I’ve ever found peace is with you.”
“Sean!” I cry out as I ready to come all over his fingers with his confession. The strength of this man who would protect the people he cares about without hesitation. It’s so natural, so instinctive, itmakes sense.Without warning, he lifts me up, carrying me to the kitchen table. He swipes my placemats onto the floor before depositing me there, lining his now bloody cock up with my aching core. He’s so hard and leaking precome, and his eyes tell me he’s about to wreck me.
“Your blood is now mine,” he growls, feeding me the first inch. “And mine is now yours.” He lifts his fingers, still covered in me and our blood, and pushes them into my mouth. I suck them, tasting us and copper, inching myself closer to him, desperately trying to take more of his cock,needing himas my pussy clenches around him. What kind of womanwantsto hear that the man her body begs for is a ruthless killer? What kind of a woman wants him to fuck her like this as their blood coats his cock?
Me.
I am that woman. The way he lives his life goes against everything I’ve always been taught, but it doesn’t matter. SeanHunter is the most honest man I’ve ever met, and he wants me for exactly who I am, untamed needs and all.
“You’re a good girl on the outside, but inside you want nothing more than to be fucked by the immoral savage.”
I look up at him as he pushes into me more. His blood drips onto my thigh and I moan, tightening my legs around him. Welcoming him.
“Fuck me … please,” I beg. “I want every brutal piece of you. I want it all …” I don’t even get the words fully out before Sean is pulling back out and thrusting in to the hilt, deep inside of me. I cry out as my head falls back, then I close my eyes and give in completely.
Everything in my body is heightened, every cell, every nerve. I feel Sean’s movements like we’re one. The warmth of his breath, the blood on my skin, the bite of his teeth on my neck as he fucks me, the pleasure and pain of him stretching me, claiming me. Making me his.
“Fuck, the sight of your bloody cunt … sucking my cock in so deep …” Sean growls as he watches himself fuck me slowly. “Clenching me so tight, look at the dark side ofyou, Layla June.” He drives into me again and again, and all the while our blood leaks and blends together, smearing across my stomach and his.
Somehow, the sight makes my pussy throb even more. He’s right, I do have a dark side.
He grunts unintelligible words, pushing back into me again as he watches where we become one. “Christ, you’re fucking destroying me, Layla.”
He doesn’t even let me fully adjust. Sean is on a mission to mark me, claiming me for his own pleasure, and it’s only heightened by the brutality of this moment between us. His name leaves my lips in a moan as his hand, coated in our blood, angles my face down. He slams into me, pulls out all the way to his tip, then drives back into me again, hitting a place deep inside methat makes me feel faint. I cry out, but just when I think I can’t take him any deeper, my core begins to tighten, and my body begs for more of the animalistic way he fucks me.
I’m begging him, “Harder … harder … please …” as I wrap my arms around his strong shoulders. I move with him, my nipples grazing his chest and hardening further. My entire body feels ready to explode as I back up just enough to look down to where we connect.
“You want to watch me fuck you? See how this tight little cunt milks my cock? Begging for my come?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “Deeper Sean, more …” My words trail off, watching us move together.
There are no words as the pain blends into pleasure the same way our blood becomes one, until there’s no line between the two.
“That’s it. Beg me Layla,” he growls, showing me that he craves my submission as much as I crave the dark in him. He’s lost in this moment as much as I am. His hand tightens around my throat and his eyes are crazed as he sees me like this, covered in our blood.
There’s nothing I can do but whimper as Sean drives into me relentlessly. I’ve given up on trying to even breathe properly, but the limited oxygen is heightening everything and my body begs him to keep going.
“Seeing you like this, bloody and helpless,” he murmurs.
“You’re marked by me now …” He thrusts.
